“Mostly. Sometimes.”“You know this story?”“Uh-huh. I read it in high school. Loved it.” I look at him. “Do you want to know what it’s ...bout?” He nods. I scoot closer to him and ignore the fact that he just checked out my boobs. “Let me see if I can remember it ... Okay. There is a big wedding, and everyone is invited, not only everyone from our world, but also from the world of the fairies.”“Fairies?”“Yeah. Fairies. Now, there are three different stories going on. One story is about four young. I kicked my shorts clear of my ankles, and squatted toallow his tongue free access to my scrotum. His tongueshot out, and caught me right across my tightlypuckered asshole, which caused my already rock hardcock to gain another inch I swear. Again he licked mytiny hole, dragging his tongue along my crease. Finallyworking out what both he and I wanted, I spun around,knelt on that cold concrete floor, with my tiny paleass raised and spread for his tongue.He launched his tongue with renewed vigor,. Be as happy to meet them as you would be meeting another version of yourself living a completely different life.Could this really work?It’s certainly working for me, but is this an idea that a large number of people would accept? I honestly don’t know, but when I look at it objectively it doesn’t seem very likely to catch on in a grand scale anytime real soon, and that kinda sucks.It just seems like there’s way too many broken people in this world. There are just so many people that have lived. Telling her condition to her Boss andcoworkers had been unbelievably awkward, but she had to explain why shewas walking around the office with tented out track pants.For a while, Chad and Donna just watched as her boner continued toexpand. Her penis was already larger than Chad's at that point, but itwas constantly getting even bigger. They began to worry it would neverstop, and Donna would become a woman trapped inside her house because herpenis would simply get too big and heavy to move. But,.